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A dry, almost mirthless chuckle escaped Ikenga's lips. "It's rare something surprises me as thoroughly as this," he murmured to himself, the sound barely audible in the carriage. "And quite… interesting. To think I could entertain such… mortal thoughts." The idea that he, an origin god, could be so easily swayed by the echoes of a past life, by biases he had consciously rejected, was humbling.

The chuckle turned into a low, rumbling laugh, tinged with self-deprecation. "Perhaps this is the true curse of greed," he muttered, "not the desire for material wealth, but the insatiable hunger for certainty, for control. A hunger that blinds you to your own flaws, that convinces you of your own infallibility." He shook his head, a wry smile playing on his lips. "It seems we may have taken to lightly of these sin we bore as Origin gods"